Provoked by anger one loosens one’s bite
After trying to hold it with all of their might
Yet the tongue lashes out with wicked delight
Determined to triumph whether wrong or right
Quickly the words spit out just like fire
Hurtful things spoken such evil desire
Not worth the victory that one would acquire
The damage done to the heart way much too dire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem